The days of my life

Every morning up to work! driving people on various journeys and completely controlled by others, yet free. school youth and pensioners all have their journeys someone tell me their own journey! I was born at home on my sofa and then get to play and have fun! then dad became unemployed and he started drinking, I had less fun and only had to put up with a drinking dad. and a mother I almost never saw, she worked as a waitress at a honky tonk she said. worked day and night for us to survive. school starts and has a long walk to it. there it was just studying and struggling with mathematics, history and language. to then go home and be scolded by a drunken father. but now it's good that father is buried and mother with him. next time the traveler said nothing, we all have our journey to do. Every morning up to work! driving people on various journeys and completely controlled by others, yet free. school youth and pensioners all have their journeys a man he told me that he had the best life imaginable but I saw that it was not so easy for him. he was one who always shed tears and pretended to be fine. and then he traveled with me again. then he said it's not as good as it seems I want to tell you. we all have our journeys.